Nostalgia

 

I

Nostalgia is not getting stuck in the past
it is unraveling memories stuck in time
reconnecting with parts of a forgotten you
about faces that smiled and frowned at you
the hands that hugged, cared and guided you
words that mattered the world to you
simple fun that made you complete once
remembering people who touched your life.
It is about missing the true moments that made you

II

A part of me often visits from the past
shows me the roadside benches where,
debates turned into fights and bruises,
When sunsets end all arguments and conflicts
and we lick our bruise as we hit the taverns
Gazing at every beauty passing our way,
picturing a future with any one of them
As we gulp the local brew from the glass
our desire for romantic days also end
and we drench ourselves in intoxicated nights

III

A part of me often visits from the past
tells me stories that I heard as a kid
The sensible rabbit and the mean fox
The brave boy and his friendly lion
The foolish man and the wise wife
I will retell the stories to my kids today
for every kid has a hidden award to give
to the best storyteller in their life

IV

A part of me often visits from the past
reminds me of the first rain of the season
the dry red mud slowly soaking itself
making puddles for kids to play
We impatiently wait by the door
for the rain to go before the night steps in
The fragrance of the new born earth, I guess
was trapped in time, for I can feel it now
A cold breeze gently brushes past me
and I wonder if I am truly lost in time

V

A part of me often visits from the past
shows me the faces that once frowned at me
and reminds me of all the times I fell
It also shows me the smiling faces
of friends, family and people who cared
it reminds me that every time I fell
there were unknown people who pulled me up
Today miles away from where I was born
I don’t need to be known to lend my hand

VI

A part of me often visits from the past
tells me that we can travel far off
but our past will stay where we left them
The concerns in the eyes of our folks
will not go away with our aging with time
They were concerned when we flunked exams
They were concerned when we went astray
They still have concerns when we
blame our work and say we will quit

VII

A part of me often visits from the past
shows me all the chances I got
to make a life better than ever before
Every time the rain drizzles
each drop brings an element of past
As they fall on me and break open
they set loose memories stuck in time
reminding the present is a gift from the past
and that the future can be a gift you give
by acknowledging what you have in the present

VIII

A part of me often visits from the past
with the fears glued in memories
unearthing with every passing moment
It tells me that life is not one full circle
Too many circles in which is lost
the circle which we think is ours

IX

A part of me often visits from the past
shows me an old two door wooden cupboard
stacked with Dickens, Agatha Christie and Mark Twain,
Along with several Perry Masons neatly arranged
Jim Corbet tells his adventures with Man Eaters
Crusoe, the count and the hound of Baskervilles
All Peep out and say they missed me
I open and feel an old paperback book
The crispness of the papers
A subtle odor of acquaintance
A part of me often visits from the past
A part of me often visits from the past

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4 Comments Add yours

  1. Taylor says:

    what detailed thoughts on your life and past.

  2. Jhpoetry says:

    like this poetical style, nice and detailed. I enjoyed!

    1. Thanks for visiting JH

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